By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 2 October 1998

this name

The hardest thing
is in having the name
for these feelings, but
being unable to use it.
The lips to speak them
are sealed by the 
impossibility of 
being able to see you
to hear you, to touch your face.
“I love you,”
my heart whispers
In a language too subtle 
to be heard
when subsumed in these words.